I know we haven't spoken much lately, but trust me, we sure have been spending a lot of time together. I just wanted to thank you, and point out how ridiculous it is, that I can now use google to find bus schedules in Duluth but not Minneapolis, New York, Chicago, Europe, etc. xoxo, Topher
Year: 2006
one year later
A near fatal run in with Responsibility
In putting together my class schedule for next semester, I realized I only need 13 credits to graduate and could be done in spring. However, as I firmly believe graduating in four years is leaving the party at 10pm, I pulled a “general studio art BFA” double major out of my ass at the last […]
three halloweens: a survey in squash
2004: 2005 (top left): 2006 (MN):
I really miss not using adverbs.
The Decemberists are playing First Ave on Sunday, November 12. Who wants to go? And by go, I mean drive my carless, music-appreciating ass. The Decemberists sing excessively long songs about whales. And they are awesome, excessively so. I will force music upon everyone until they are convinced. In other news, I am dreaming about […]
Nostalgia and Poetry: A Demonstration
“What if you could slowly convert yourself into energy? Just enough let‚Äôs say, to power your television. Well, it would work. The thing would glow of entertainment, news, and sports. assuming your eyes didn‚Äôt get converted first, you‚Äôd watch empires fall, you‚Äôd see actual sweeping social change, not the stuff on tv. and you‚Äôd watch […]
"you couldn't be more wrong than this"
I question the intent of songs with lyrics like, “I've got to get away / how about Chicago / I could be there in a day / What's in Chicago that the wind won't blow away.” Duluth has wind too.
"like when we make out in the park without our shirts on only it's not the park it's someone's yard"
Some nights I feel like I've accidentally tumbled from my real life into the land of hipsters and Pabst Blue Ribbon tallboys (metaphoric on the drinks. in reality the beer came from Lake Superior Brewery. I know this thanks to the large man next to me on the couch whose shirt matched the bottles. I […]
furious circles coalescing
All art, some would say, is a form of masturbation. That theme has unintentionally arisen in some of my projects (my loner series was meant to represent loneliness, but something about making out with myself in a corner is masturbatory I guess). I bring this up because I'm reading about Futurists at the moment, and […]
It's snowing again today
Four years.
don't drink and kern
Opening a conference on design by reading the yellow pages may not be the best idea, but who am I to judge genius? I spent the weekend following around famous designers wearing thick rimmed glassess and sweaters over collared shirts, looking for myself. I went on a tour of the Wassau Paper Mill in Brainerd. […]